got a picture of you sitting in the kitchen without a st*tch on beautiful and natural as can be later in the gloaming hours in the garden painting flowers all the boys they flock to you wanna do more than talk to you right now dontcha wanna be

anna lee anna lee

maybe it was love and peace and living in the sweetest season wonderland the sweetheart of the sun now we want to celebrate her all of us who came in later quiet power, simple grace no man could put you in your place right now we all wanna be